Bell's British Theatre: Douglas, by J. Home. ... The alchymist, altered from B. Jonson1797 |
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الصفحة 48
... sword , To urge my vengeance on the villain's hand That forg'd the scroll ! - Hor . Behold ! Can this be forg'd ? See where Calista's name- [ Shewing the letter near . Cal . To atoms thus , [ Tearing it . 180 Thus let me tear the vile ...
... sword , To urge my vengeance on the villain's hand That forg'd the scroll ! - Hor . Behold ! Can this be forg'd ? See where Calista's name- [ Shewing the letter near . Cal . To atoms thus , [ Tearing it . 180 Thus let me tear the vile ...
الصفحة 49
... sword may find out the offender , And do thee ample justice . Cal . Turn to him . Alt . Horatio ! Cal . To that insolent . Alt . My friend ! Could he do this ? He , who was half myself ? " One faith has ever bound us , and one reason ...
... sword may find out the offender , And do thee ample justice . Cal . Turn to him . Alt . Horatio ! Cal . To that insolent . Alt . My friend ! Could he do this ? He , who was half myself ? " One faith has ever bound us , and one reason ...
الصفحة 52
... " A kind of venerable mark of him 66 Hangs round thee , and protects thee from my ven- geance . " I cannot , dare not lift my sword against thee , 53 But henceforth never let me see thee more . 52 A & III . THE FAIR PENITENT .
... " A kind of venerable mark of him 66 Hangs round thee , and protects thee from my ven- geance . " I cannot , dare not lift my sword against thee , 53 But henceforth never let me see thee more . 52 A & III . THE FAIR PENITENT .
الصفحة 54
... swords . Lav . My brother , my Horatio ! Is it possible ! Oh , turn your cruel swords Lavinia . upon If you must quench your impious rage in blood , Behold , my heart shall give you all her store , To save those dearer streams that flow ...
... swords . Lav . My brother , my Horatio ! Is it possible ! Oh , turn your cruel swords Lavinia . upon If you must quench your impious rage in blood , Behold , my heart shall give you all her store , To save those dearer streams that flow ...
الصفحة 62
... sword , and offers to kill herself ; Altamont runs to her , and wrests it from her . Alt . What means thy frantic rage ! Cal . Off ! let me go . Alt . Oh ! thou hast more than murder'd me ; yet still , Still art thou here ! and my soul ...
... sword , and offers to kill herself ; Altamont runs to her , and wrests it from her . Alt . What means thy frantic rage ! Cal . Off ! let me go . Alt . Oh ! thou hast more than murder'd me ; yet still , Still art thou here ! and my soul ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Alic Altamont Anna arms beauty behold bless bosom brave breast brother Cæsar Calista Cato Cato's charms Child Maurice Curiatius curse dear death Decius dost thou Douglas dreadful e'er Enter Ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes fair FAIR PENITENT fame fatal fate father fear foes fond forgive friendship gentle give Glen Glenalvon Glost grace grief hand happy hear heart Heav'n honour Horatia JANE SHORE Juba live look Lord HASTINGS Loth Lothario lov'd Lucia Lucius maid Marcia Marcus never NICHOLAS ROWE noble Norval Numidian o'er passion peace Pharsalia pity Portius pow'r prince rage Roman Roman senate Rome SCENE Sciolto scorn Sempronius shalt shame sorrows soul speak sword Syph Syphax tears tell tender thee thine thou art thou hast thought Twas Valeria vengeance virtue weep woes wretch youth
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الصفحة 77 - It must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality? Or whence, this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; Tis heav'n itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man: Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and...
الصفحة 77 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
الصفحة 77 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us — And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
الصفحة 77 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age and nature sink in years : But thou shall flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter and the crush of worlds.
الصفحة 31 - My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his thronged legions, and charge home upon him.
الصفحة 45 - Honour's a sacred tie, the law of kings, The noble mind's distinguishing perfection, That aids and strengthens virtue, where it meets her, And imitates her actions, where she is not : It ought not to be sported with.
الصفحة 25 - Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin, that I admire. Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
الصفحة viii - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
الصفحة 33 - Afric's heat, and season'd to the sun; Numidia's spacious kingdom lies behind us, Ready to rise at its young prince's call. While there is hope, do not distrust the gods ; But wait, at least, till Caesar's near approach Force us to yield.
الصفحة 73 - How beautiful is death when earned by virtue ! Who would not be that youth ? What pity is it That we can die but once to serve our country...